I think it was the watercolours' fault, but I had a dream last night that Josh was giving me a real dressing-down about something...I may have bent him over the bar again and started flicking quarters toward him, or maybe I was flirting with Monica, but he went off like a tiny little hot-man firecracker, and my spine snapped straight and suddenly all I could think of was him pulling my hair.
Yes. I need help.
But how random was that?
Oh, and pray for me. The weekend approacheth.
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